Time and space

Sitting here under these trees
It brings back memories
In which not mine to choose
From where it slips under.

The sky sees to many tears
I am here waiting for all these years
Just to hold on to those I promise
Perhaps they are waiting for me.

Things that crawl under my skin
Isn’t what I had imagine
Neither what I need to assume
The good nor the bad.

Point of views is useless
In this dire time and space
The spoken insist listing their speech
For what this mouth of mine is made.

Sitting here under these trees
Won’t change what had pass
Views and decision aren’t mine to take
But they are mine to make.